Chapter three hundred and twenty-two, discarded experiments

"Rathe... " the name makes Su Wenzhe can not help but have mixed feelings, feelings. To be honest, he didn't quite understand what kind of relationship they were supposed to have. Friends, it seems, are too close, and there is a soul in each other; but lovers, it is not really to that extent.

He hesitated for a few minutes and replied to a message. Just a short word and a plain punctuation "good. "

After a while, a smiling face came from rexroth. "When do you have time? " He asked

Su Wenzhe thought about it and promised to go out with Qiu Lan tomorrow. So there must be no excuse for pulling out tomorrow, he said tentatively. "What about the day after tomorrow? What do you think? "

"That's such a happy decision, see you the day after tomorrow, " said Rexroth. He was surprised at how readily he agreed.

Finally, he hesitated for a moment and finally said "good night. " Although she did not reply to him, it does not mean that she did not care. On the contrary, after seeing that sentence, she felt very happy inside, even sweeter than eating honey.

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Imperceptibly, the East cloud has already lived in the other courtyard of poison Zun for tens of days. Life here is certainly no more comfortable than when he was a young master in the family, and in some ways worse than when he was on the streets. In terms of freedom, for example, he was able to get away with it, even in the worst of times when he needed to hide.

At the moment, however, he could not go anywhere except up and down a small hill and on a piece of land the size of a palm.

"Ah... " there was a mournful cry from the wooden house not far away, but the clouds of the east were already Zombie about it. He knew that it was the master who was drugging his subjects, and that the subjects were real people.

When he first stayed here, he would hear screams, shiver with fear, and wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares. But over the course of a month, his entire nervous system seemed paralyzed. No matter how intimidating the subjects were, he could have acted as if nothing had happened.

Poison will always hide his true face with a white mask, in others it seems that he is the devil without emotions. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have feelings. He's angry at his men for betraying him. He's angry at his experiments for failing. Right now, for example, he's not getting the results he wants from his subjects, and he's getting a lot angrier.

"Oriental Cloud! " Poison Zun does not need to use energy to drink, in his strong repair for the blessing, the voice can still pass through the obstruction of the building, to the latter's ears.

Poison Zun an open mouth, the east cloud simply dare not neglect, the first time ran to the front of the other side, waiting for orders.

"Go, deal with this guy. " Poison Zun very casually ordered a sound, and then big sleeve a wave, float away.

Oriental cloud looked at that was poison abandoned experiment, indifferent, slowly rolled up his sleeves. After all, it wasn't the first time he'd seen that image. For months, he'd been helping the dementors dispose of their worthless subjects.

And all of the subjects, without exception, were dumped in a tank outside in the square. The tank is filled with a special potion that prevents the body from decomposing quickly and drains it of any value. According to the latter, after a long brewing period, the corpse would become a superior fertilizer, facilitating the cultivation of the poison.

"PLOP! " Oriental cloud is indifferent to that do not know what is called what guy threw into the tank, in fact, the other side is not completely dead. When he was thrown into the tank, Mong ran woke up and struggled to get out.

"You'd better behave yourself, you're already a corpse, you know? " He struck a decisive blow on the top of his head, forcing him back into the depths of the tank.

"No, I'm not dead, you let me out! " The guy is still doing his last effort, after all, he is not really dead, how can be willing to live in the tank to suffocate it?

"I say you are already a corpse, don't you understand human language? " The Oriental cloud strikes again. He felt that he was not being cold and unfeeling, but merely carrying out the orders of Lord Poisonous. Besides, he knew that if he didn't do a good job with this failed experiment that had been abandoned, he would be the next to suffer.

The man was repeatedly beaten back by the clouds of the east, finally rage, a leap, with a strong desire to survive, desire to play a strong than usual on the strength of a full double.

The Oriental cloud is forced by the other party's imposing manner, was forced to retreat several meters unexpectedly by one breath.

He held on to the ground with one hand, stabilizing the trend of losing ground. Then he witnessed the big surprise, the already identified as the body of the guy actually climbed out of the tank and a punch broke the tank. There was something about him that looked like he was dying, something about him that couldn't be more alive.

"I want to get out of this Hellhole! " The Guy who climbed out of the tank said to himself, ignoring the clouds of the east. At this point, all he cares about is his own life. He began to look around, looking for a way out of this hellhole.

East cloud evenly absorb, stand straight again. "You're going to get yourself killed! "

"Hum, also want to block me with you this defeated person? " That fellow is imposing like the rainbow, on the face can not find a fear.

"Don't be complacent too early, or you will regret too late! " The eastern cloud runs the inner force silently. After months of being around him, he was able to make a lot of money out of his day-to-day disposal of all kinds of garbage that he had failed to dispose of.

You See, to study the strange toxins in his body, the druid would give him strange, nameless drugs. Of course, the effects of those drugs are good and bad, the bad is subtle, the outbreak did not come out naturally, needless to say; but the benefits are obvious, he even east of Yumten in the field to generate internal force.

Although the amount of internal force is not considerable, but for a person who has never set foot on the road of cultivation, it is undoubtedly a huge change.

Clouds in the east with murderous eyes, rushed to the other side. He concentrated all his inner strength on his right hand, which was the most familiar form of boxing he had ever learned.

The fellow was full of scorn, for in his eyes the clouds of the east had been repelled, and were not to be feared!